Chapter 4
Sunshine pulled back, startled by Talon's frankness. But more than that, she was stunned by how much she she wanted the same thing from him, a man she barely knew at all. And yet there was no denying how much she wanted to make love to him.
How much she ached to caress every inch of that divinely powerful masculine body.
Her lust didn't seem wrong to her. It seemed oddly right and only natural. In a strange way it felt as if she did know him. As if they were supposed to be much more intimate than just strangers who had collided by happenstance out on a dark street.
She wanted him on a level she didn't comprehend.
"You don't beat around the bush, do you?" she asked flippantly.
"No," he said, his jet-black eyes burning her with their heated potency. "I don't."
The power of his desire rolled over her, captivating her. He was so intense, so mesmerizing. And she found herself inexplicably drawn to him.
He reached out and touched a lock of her hair. Desire coiled through her veins, making her throb.
Nowhere else did their bodies touch and yet she swore she could feel him with every single cell of her body.
She quivered with need.
With heat.
With desire.
He bent down and whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "I've always been a firm believer in seizing the moment. In taking what I want when I want it. And right now, Sunshine, I want you. I want to taste every inch of your body. To feel your breath on my neck while I make love to you. To take my tongue and explore every part of you until you beg me to stop."
She shivered at the way he said that. "Life is short, I suppose."
He gave a short laugh at that as he nuzzled her cheek with his lips. His whiskered skin teased hers and she shivered at the manly feel of him. "More so for some than for others."
Sunshine drew in a deep breath as seriousness settled back over them both. The mood of the room wasn't just serious, the air between them was rife with salacity.
With sexual electricity.
Talon moved his mouth dangerously close to hers.
Slowly.
Seductively.
Time was suspended as she waited for his lips to claim hers. As she waited to taste his passion again.
Then, he took her into his arms and kissed her so possessively that it made her breathless.
Sunshine moaned as she tasted him with her lips and with her heart. He invaded every sense she possessed. His muscles bunched and flexed under her hands as his tongue swept against hers. She heard him growl low and deep in his throat like some uncaged beast.
She shivered again.
She brushed her fingertips against the warm nape of his neck, playing with the soft, tender skin there before she ran her fingers upward, through the golden strands of his hair, letting them wrap around her flesh.
How she liked the way this man felt in her arms. The scent of leather and Talon invaded her head and made it reel. He surrounded her with the strong hardness of his body.
She felt his desire for her as his erection pressed against her stomach, and it ignited her own, making her ache for his body, his touch. She wanted him inside her so desperately it stunned her. Never in her life had she wanted a man like this.
He lifted her up in his arms, supporting her weight as he deepened his kiss. Effortlessly, his strong hands held her bottom against his hips so that his bulge pressed against her core. She moaned at the intimate contact with leather and man.
Kissing him back as hard as she could, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She felt his satisfied laugh rumble out of his body. It made his stomach caress her between her legs, his chest brush against hers, enflaming her even more.
Oh, hon, what are you doing?
Sunshine heard her reasonable voice in her head. She hadn't had a one-night, or in this case one-day, stand since college. The one time she'd done it, she'd felt so sleazy afterward that she had sworn she'd never do it again.
And here she was on the verge of repeating that fiasco.
Good grief, she knew nothing about this man.
Not even his last name.
But for some reason, none of that mattered. The only thing she could focus on was how good he felt as she held him. How wonderful he'd looked in her bed, and the fact that she really liked him. More than she should. More than what made sense.
Right or wrong, she wanted to share her body with him.
No, she needed this. It was what she wanted deep down in her heart. And she'd always followed her heart-wherever it led her.
There would be no regrets about this. No second-guessing.
He slid the hem of her dress back, over her thighs. She shivered at the feel of the cool material crawling up her skin, followed by the heat of his hands. He glided his palms up the backs of her thighs until he cupped her bare bottom. He growled in pleasure, the sound deep and primal.
Needful.
"I like the way you feel, little Sunshine," he breathed against her lips.
Sunshine couldn't think straight with his large, strong hands on her naked skin. He dipped his head to her neck where his lips burned her. His teeth scraped her skin as he nipped it tenderly.
She was about to comment on how sharp his teeth were when he delivered a hot, shivery lick to her skin.
Her thoughts scattered.
The man was simply too delectable; she couldn't let him leave without sampling that lean, hard body. She pulled his T-shirt over his head and ran her hands over his chest and tattoo. Oh yeah, she wanted this!
She wanted him.
Talon gave her a tight-lipped smile as he saw the raw hunger in her dark brown eyes. He was going to savor this woman.
Every last tiny inch of her.
What with her passion and zest for living, he could only imagine how good a lover she would prove.
It had been a long time since he had found a woman who fascinated him. As a Dark-Hunter, he had chosen his lovers randomly, knowing he'd never see them again.
For centuries, he'd contented himself with one-night stands. With wanton women who wanted nothing more from him than the few hours of pleasure he could give them.
He had met them all in the dark of night.
Never in the light of day.
After minimal conversation to placate them, he had screwed them wildly, and in the end, they had gone their separate ways. Most of the time, he hadn't even bothered asking their names.